Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh Zexal. Also the disclaimers get annoying to write after a while.

"Young warrior, come over here." The teenage boy who had been practicing his kicks stopped and went over to his martial arts master. The old man was standing in the main room in the mountain dojo.

"Yes, sensei?" the boy asked his teacher.

"There is someone here to see you." the old man walked out of the room leaving the boy slightly confused. A man walked out of the shadows. The man had blond, Elvis Presley hair and a blindingly white smile.. He was large and bulky with huge muscles. The child's eyes widened and his heart rate sped up. Then he narrowed his eyes and took up a defensive fighting stance.

"Callum! What are you doing here?" the boy demanded while trying not to let his voice tremble.

"I'm here to take you home. And would it kill you to call me dad?" Callum responded.

"I'm never going home, Callum!"

"What did I just say about calling me that? It's disrespectful."

"You put me down, insulted me, called me weak, and beat me whenever you were drunk which was every other night! I try to forget we are kin!"

"Your sister misses you and wants you to come home."

"Don't give me that bull crap. She was the one who convinced me to run away."

"Well, tough. This is non-negotiable. You're coming home. Don't even try to resist. You know you can't beat me. Even with whatever pathetic training you've been doing." Callum took a step forward. The boy took a step back and raised his fists. Then the sensei stepped between the father and his son.

"Enough. If my student doesn't want to go, he won't go." the old master said with finality.

"Oh yeah? And I suppose you're going to make me back down?" Callum said with a sneer.

"If you don't leave peacefully, yes."

Callum laughed and took another step towards his son. Suddenly, he was face down on the floor and being thrown out the door. The sensei slammed the door and brushed his hands off. Callum started yelling at the closed door.

"This isn't over! I am a respected hero across all of China! I can bring together my entire questing team and a small army! I will have my son! You hear me, Missy? This isn't over!"

The boy and his teacher stood still for a while. Then the boy let out the breath he had been holding.

"Thank you sensei. I am forever in your-"

"You need to leave." the sensei interrupted.

The boy blinked. "Bu-but, you just said if I didn't want to go.."

"Listen to me, young one. As your father threatened, he will bring forces to take you away. If you leave now, when he comes back you will be long gone. The dojo is not a fortress. It will not stand against an invasion and the two of us are the only ones here. There are some clothes and armor in you room. I will prepare a traveling bag. Make haste, we can't waste a second." The boy nodded and ran into his room. He found a white tunic and golden adornments on his bed. He hastily put them on and ran out to his sensei. The old man had prepared a bag and handed it to his student.

"There is a week's worth of rations and some money in this bag. Use it wisely. Sleep outside and don't pay to spend a night at an inn unless it is absolutely necessary." the sensei instructed.

"But where will I go?"

"Anywhere. Wander until you find the right place."

"How will I know the 'right place' when I find it?"

"You will know. Now off you go! And avoid your father. He will be hunting you." the sensei shoved his ex-student out the door and closed it. The boy looked at the ground where his father's tracks ran down one side of the mountain. He turned to the opposite slope and began his journey. He would have many adventures but would never meet his father again in that lifetime. He avoided him until he was killed with an arrow through his chest.

Well, what do you think? Good start? Can you guess who the *ahem* ANCIENT CHINESE boy could possibly be? I mean, who could possibly have multiple lives? *cough* barian emperors *cough, cough*